Of the many gifts a Guru can bring to your life, perhaps the most valuable is when they show you the depth of spiritual wisdom that lives inside you.

My Guru shares deep, valuable things with me all the time:

Hairballs. Screeching yowls.

And, of course, a window into the wisdom of my soul.

The latest knowledge drop from my Guru came during my meditation sessions.

I have been a regular meditator for almost forty years. As braggy as that sounds, I’m actually a really crappy meditator. I mostly just sit there and space out for the entire time I’m supposed to be “meditating.”

I’m aware that this is the essence of meditation: Watching your mind and bringing it back to center when it strays.

But my mind is really good at straying. So good, that I often question the value of my practice.

Is this really doing anything? Is it all a sham? Should I return the “Best Meditator in the World” t-shirt I got at the last Woo-Woo Fair?

I love that t-shirt and I’m not returning it.

But still. I often think that the whole enterprise is maybe a wee bit overrated.

Until the Guru set me straight.

The Guru is, by nature, a house guy. Before he graced us with his presence, he spent the first two years of his life on the streets. So he’s really happy to chill inside all day.

The only exception to this is in the late afternoons, when he likes to go out on our back patio and chill out there. It’s safe, it’s contained, it’s got some jammin’ nature smells. The Guru loves his back patio time.

Interestingly enough, the Guru’s patio time often coincides with my afternoon meditation.

I go into my office, close the door (and by “close the door,” I mean “keep the door slightly ajar with a small stuffed owl so the Guru can come in any time”), and start to meditate.

And every time, every time without fail, the Guru comes running and plops himself in my lap.

Do I call the Guru to come inside? No.

Are there any visual clues for the Guru to see that I have gone into my office? There are not.

Can the Guru hear that I have gone into my office? If he can, he’s got super sonic hearing. Which he probably does. But even still, I go in my office frequently during the day. The only time he comes running is when it’s time to meditate.

Once I commence my meditation session, the Guru stays there the whole time, meditating along with me. Or maybe he’s supervising me. Either way, he’s there for the duration.

When my session is done, he gets up, stretches, and leaves the room.

He doesn’t stay and chat. He doesn’t process about how well the session went. We’re done meditating, so he leaves.

The Guru doesn’t care if I spent the entire meditation spacing out and herding the monkeys. Even if I feel like a fraud, even if I feel like what I’m doing doesn’t qualify as “meditation,” the Guru feels it.

He feels it enough to come running in from outside, prompted by his Guru spidey senses telling him It’s Meditation Time.

Indeed, his presence with me is a reminder that, no matter what my Judgy Mind is telling me, meditation is happening. Whether I say so or not.

And that’s why I get to keep the t-shirt.

What’s your experience with meditation? Share your comments below!

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